Wholly Wednesday - The Move That Didn't Happen
I shared a story a few months ago about the Sunday evening my mother stood at her kitchen table, my brother sitting to her left, me sitting to her right, her feet planted firmly in the floor's wood. Her 87-year-old fighting spirit told us what we needed to do, not her. She said, I'm sure you have bad days like I have bad days. When I have a bad day, listen to me. I'm sure you have days when you complain like I have days when I complain. When I complain, listen to me. I'm sure